Friday, March 30, 2007
2. Make a name for your basketball team with this man as your star.
3. After he leaves, win the NIT and have snazzy shirts printed.
Voila! Before you know it, everyone once again thinks West Viginia is full of white trash who can't spell. Of course, that's not even the best West Virginia shirt I've seen in the past year ...
Monday, March 26, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
For the first time in my life I was just on the receiving end of racism, at least the old-fashioned, overt hatred type.
Background info: at least twice a day, I cross
So today on my way home I was walking north on the east side of
I was too taken aback to even respond. I looked around, my jaw on the floor, and then turned back around and kept walking. When I was across the bridge, I looked back again and decided that I should have said something along the lines of "excuse me?" or "what the fuck?" but it was too late. I walked home shaking the entire way. I will never forget the contempt in his voice. And I will never forget his face, nor will ever look at that intersection, or him, or sadly the Nation of Islam, the same way ever again.
I know that I'm a suburban, white, child of privilege. So I don't have a leg to stand on in these matters at all. I’m also aware that this particular injustice is about 1/6 of a drop in an ocean exponentially bigger than the Pacific. And the “cracker” slur does not even carry a fraction of the loaded connotation or hate of the N-word or anything similar. But this makes our country’s history of race relations just that much more contemptible to me (if that were even possible). I had no idea how much something that simple would sting. The wound was still raw an hour later. I did not want to eat. I couldn’t think about much else—what would have happened if I responded? Where does he get off? Why does this bother me so much?
As I write this right now, I can’t sleep. I cannot pinpoint the reason (lots has gone wrong in my life in the past ten days or so), but as I lied there staring at the ceiling, this incident replayed itself in my mind more than anything that has been bothering me recently. I have always been fine with the fact that Chris Rock can say the N-word while I can’t, but this really drives home why.
I am aware that I have led a very blessed life, and believe me when I say that I am not trying to compare what happened to me today to what happens to countless people less fortunate than myself on a daily basis. In addition to likely not having to deal with anything like that again for a while, I came home to my nice apartment building with its wireless Internet afterward. It was a one-time insult, not an institutional bias that will keep me from getting a job or a promotion, and I was not threatened with bodily harm. I was able to vent to close friends about the experience. But even with all that, it hurt. A lot. And it probably will for a bit.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
This year's Match Day was yesterday, and I am pleased to report that my wife and I will be spending our next four (or maybe five) years here in Cincinnati. She will be at both University Hospitals-Cincinnati and Cincinnati Children's Hospital, doing residencies in both internal medicine and pediatrics (something the cool kids call "med-peds").
So this is good news. We're both very excited.
Now if only I could find a job.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Obviously I'm not going to pass up an opportunity to beg for a job, but how exactly does one prepare for a non-interview?